Mois

I don't know why we've never done this before.

Except maybe that all of us haven't really been back home at the same time since we were legally old enough to enter a club.

So me and my besties finally went clubbing together and it was good fun! We went to the one place I've actually heard people recommend here which was Mois (MOIS? As in all capitals? I don't know. Whatever.)

On the other side of the velvet rope we were a little worried we weren't getting in - there were so many people just hanging around the entrance, though there did not appear to be a queue. Cover charge was RM50 per person inclusive of one free drink.

And then we got our hands stamped and I nearly walked into Jo as she scrutinised the back of her hand and doubled back to tell the bouncer:

"Uh there's something wrong - I can't see the stamp."

Lol! But yes, several clubbing cherries were being popped in our group that night.

At dinner the next night with her family, her mum tries to see if I'm still the good-girl bestie her daughter used to have, or am I going to turn her daughter into an alcoholic or something. She says something to the effect of "It's not the going to a club that I worry about, it's the friends of friends who will then be the ones who do the pressuring you to drink or try stuff."

To that, Jo, sitting next to Mr Pius, her man, says

"That's why I'm glad my first time was with Penny."

And two seconds later,

"Oops, that didn't come out right, did it?"

Anyways, back at the club. It was crowded, like the 'paranoid part of me worries what building fire regulations are' kind of crowded. Music was soso, liked the choice of music but would've though I think I personally would've tweaked the playlist a little bit.

We were hoping to cuci mata a little that night. And for all our efforts...we came up with a grand total of TWO possible hotties. That said, one of the things I particularly enjoyed about the night was that the people didn't seem to be trying that hard. Sure, there were those girls (Jo called them clones of this classmate we used to have), but I didn't feel inadequate just being me. Don't know if it was that nobody was trying too hard, or that I was with my besties. Bumped into an ex uni classmate of mine - and honestly I think I've seen him look better after one of our three-hour labs.

One drink which saw Jo waving her stirrer around mouthing wingardum leviosa, Gina looking like she could fall asleep on the dance floor from the lack of not-already-attached hotties to watch, lots of dancing and four hours later, we headed home.

And my night came to a close with the person driving me home asking me exactly the same thing the last person who drove me home after a night out did.

"How do you know if you're drunk?"